The Banding of a Slave

I met my wife and Mistress, Jill, three years ago and started living together soon after we met. She is a very dominant person and within a few months had me totally under her control.

I am, by nature, a submissive person, so I was quite happy to let her control my life. Jill has a very highly paid job in the city, so when she suggested that I should stay at home and look after the household chores, it seemed to be the natural thing to do.

This arrangement works very well. I enjoy looking after the house, and after a hard day in London, Jill is able to come home, relax, and have her evening meal ready for her on the table. She enjoys not having to think about having to cook or clean, and is able to concentrate on her job.

One evening, in a joking sort of way, she said that I was more of her slave than her husband. In many ways I had to agree with her, even though we have a fantastic sex life together. The thought of being her slave really excited me, so I suggested that we could act out the fantasy. To my surprise, she agreed.

During the day, I would wear only a short tunic and would be submissive to her at all times when she was at home. As a token of enslavement, I would also wear a padlock and chain around my balls.

As time passed, we settled into the Mistress/slave routine. Jill became more dominant and suggested that we adopt this arrangement permanently. I immediately agreed. She said that she had discovered that it was customary for a slave to have a ring to denote ownership and asked if I would consider having one. Naturally, I did.

In ancient times, the slave ring was worn on the finger, but Jill wanted me to have the ring put in the end of my penis. She arranged for me to go to a piercing studio and I was soon the proud owner of a 14mm x 4mm ring.

Jill also entered into the spirit of our new domestic relationship, and started to wear a Roman type of dress, which is made of a very glossy, figure hugging material. Just seeing her wearing it, usually with nothing underneath, made me erect. She also started to wear stockings instead of tights, which turned me on, especially when she wore seamed nylons. Needless to say, our sex life improved dramatically.

We had been together for about a year when we decided to marry and move to a small village in Berkshire. We hadn’t been living there very long when Jill became friendly with a local Doctor (Val) and her daughter, Anne.

Val often held parties at her house and Jill was soon invited to them. These parties were ‘girls only’, and so I was left at home those evenings. Jill seemed to enjoy going to them, as she didn’t have much female company at work. It turned out that the only man present was Anne’s boyfriend, Tom.

Jill had gone to a party and I had already gone to bed when she arrived home. She didn’t normally tell me what had been discussed, but this particular evening she wanted to tell me about it. It appeared that Tom had made the mistake of getting both Anne and Val pregnant and that, to prevent it happening again, they had castrated him.

It was about this time that Jill stopped taking the Pill. We had agreed that we didn’t want to have any children, so it became my responsibility to take the necessary precautions.

However, one evening I went out for a few drinks with some friends, and by the time I got home I was feeling pretty horny. As usual, I wore a johnny, but that night I was so randy that I didn’t feel it burst and I shot my load inside her. Unfortunately, for me, it was at the ‘wrong’ time of the month, and Jill got pregnant.

In the following months, as the baby grew inside her, we discussed what we should do to prevent further accidents. I offered to have a Vasectomy, but Jill was more forceful, and said that, as I was her slave, she wanted to have me castrated.

I was not happy about losing my balls, and asked her what she would do about sex, if she did have them cut off. She told me that Tom was still able to satisfy the needs of both Anne and Val, with the help of hormone tablets, so sex would not be a problem.

After several weeks of pressure to make a decision, I eventually agreed to her demands. Before I could change my mind, Jill made an appointment for us to discuss my impending castration with Val.

On the appointed evening, we were shown into the Surgery by Tom. Val explained that there were three methods open to us. Surgery, which would involved cutting my scrotum and amputating my testicles. The Burdizzo clamp, (which would crush the cords, causing my testicles to die), and the Elastrator, (which would cut the blood supply to my testicles, and have the same effect).

Val was in favour of Surgery, but Jill asked for more information on the Elastrator. She would suffer pain during the birth of our baby, and she felt that it was only fair that I should suffer pain when I lost my balls.

Val showed us the tool and explained how it worked. She told me that it would be very painful for the first hour or so, but after that I wouldn’t feel anything. My testicles would die after about two hours and would fall off after ten days or so.

Jill said that she’d let me decide how I was to be castrated. I asked Val when she would do it and was shocked to find that, if I chose the Elastrator, she would do it immediately. The sooner that I lost my testicles, the better it would be for everybody.

I wanted to please Jill, and idea of using the Elastrator seemed to excite her. I looked at her and made my decision. I said that I would accept the brief period of pain and be banded.

Val nodded. I was told to strip and lie on the couch. She examined my scrotum and prepared to shave it.

Once that was done, she put a band in the jaws of the Elastrator tool and expanded it.

She grasped my testicles and pulled them down, stretching the cords, then slipped the castrating band over then, positioning it high up near the base of my cock, which had become erect with the attention my genitals had been receiving.

As the band snapped in place, I gasped with the pain. Almost immediately, my balls began to ache and turn blue. I just lay there, unable to do anything. Val noticed my erection and suggested that Jill might like to bring me off, as it would take my mind off the pain. Jill set to work and soon had me ejaculating – my last as a man.

Val checked that the band was in the correct place and that it was doing its job. Satisfied with her work, she and Jill went for a cup of coffee, leaving me alone. Half an hour later, the ache in my balls was intense and Val gave me an injection to relieve the pain. She returned some time later and inspected me again. My balls were now a deep purple and when she grasped hold of them, she said that they were now quite cold. Within another hour they would be dead. She allowed me to get up and put on a dressing gown and join Jill for a coffee

After a further hour, I could no longer feel my balls and the pain had subsided to a dull ache. Before we left for home, Val inspected me again and pronounced that my balls were beyond saving. I was now a eunuch.

She told Jill that the band should be kept on until my scrotum fell off. In the meantime, she assured Jill, that my testicles were completely dead and useless. However, she should ensure that I was drained of sperm regularly.

When we got home, Jill ordered me to strip and examined my balls. She grasped them and squeezed quite hard, but by now I could no longer feel them. By the morning, they had turned black and just hung between my legs, useless.

As I got out of bed, Jill ordered me to stand in front of her with my legs apart. She grasped my balls and had a really good look at them. They were totally numb, but I was aware of her scraping her fingernail around the band. She commented on how swollen they had become and thought that it would be prudent to ask Val about this development.

That evening, we went back to see Val. She examined my balls and seemed satisfied that the band done its work. She offered to remove them, but Jill declined, having been assured that I was in no danger.

By now my balls were no longer producing any male hormones, but I was still getting erections. Jill took advantage of these to drain me of any remaining sperm. She made sure of getting me erect by wearing her sexiest dresses and by displaying a lot of nipple and stocking top.

Over the next ten days the band remained in place and my balls became less swollen and smaller until, on the eleventh day, the shrivelled mass, which had been my scrotum, dropped off.

Val had asked us to return to see her once my balls had come off. After inspecting the stump when my scrotum had been, she said that the slight lump would disappear as I healed. Jill confirmed that she had drained me several times, but as the days passed, I was finding it more and more difficult to get an erection. Val told her that that was quite normal, due to the decline in my male hormone levels.

She gave Jill a prescription for some hormone tablets, which would restore my sexual ability. She could expect me to function as before, except that I was now incapable of impregnating her. Without them, I would not be able to have sex.

How often I was to be given a tablet was a matter for Jill to decide.